Heather (Shyam's Version)

 

I still remember 

The third of December

Me in her sweater 

She said it looked better

Then it did at her.

Only if she knew

How much I liked her

My dark days glow brigher

Only if I catch sight of her.

 

I watch her as she walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue skies.

She has got me mesmerized

She looks at me while I die. 

Why would she ever kiss me

I am not even half as pretty 

She gave me her sweater

But it's just polyester. 

Perhaps, she didn't like sweater 

And she doesn't like me either

I wish I were with Heather. 

 

Now she is standing behind me

I don't even look at her

How could I hate her

God maybe took ages

For just to create her. 

Those pretty conversations

Awkward situations. 

I don't have a label 

For our relation

How I am under tension

We're no more than just friends.

 

But that changes as she walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue skies.

She has got me mesmerized

She looks at me while I die. 

Why would she ever kiss me

I am not even half as pretty 

She gave me her sweater

But it's just polyester. 

Perhaps, she didn't like sweater 

And she doesn't like me either

I wish I were with Heather. 

She stands beside me

Her arm over my shoulder

Now I am getting colder. 

How could I take her

She is such an angel

I am just a failure 

My feelings get stranger. 

She looks at me with confused eyes

Mixed look of love and strong shines 

Brighter than the blue skies

She has got me mesmerized

She holds my hand being shy.

Time stops as she kiss me

She made me feel so pretty.

It's not about the sweater 

She knew that I love her

And she too is my lover.

Oh God, I am with Heather!